He was worried someone might jump her when she went out walking around the motel.“Or what?” Emily smirked, “You’ll put me over your knee? You�...�ll slide your cock between my butt cheeks and make me kiss your ass?” she asked. There was a flirtatiously, playful and yet dangerous tone to my daughter’s sarcasm.It reminded me of me at her age when I’d talk to one of my stepfathers. Growing up, I had at least six stepdads. My sister and brother rarely agreed on anything but we always unified to drive. Every now and then we’d meet over at my place and go out to my folk’s barn and, if no one was around, we’d slip inside, wait for a few minutes to make sure we were alone, and if we were, then we’d climb up into the hayloft to masturbate with each other.Most often, when we were able to get up into the hayloft, we would begin by getting some fresh clean soft hay and make a nice mat, then throw a blanket or quilt over it so we could lie down after getting undressed.We usually started off by lying. Sincerely afraid of disobeying her I opened my mouth and pushed her wet thong deep in my mouth. "That will shut you up."She picked up the whip and this time stood directly behind me. She started whipping me again using criss crossed lashes and alternating ass cheeks with each lash. She started moderate but it was not long before she was lashing me full force again. I had to bite down hard on the thong in my mouth in order to take the pain. Every time I bit down I got a rich taste of her pussy. His full lips graze mine with the softest of kisses. Pulling back, his brown eyes lock with mine. He seeks my approval to continue. My what power I feel. I nod my approval.His arms encircle me, bringing me in closer for more kissing. His bigger lips create a different kissing experience indeed, compared to Richard’s thin lips. His tongue parts my lips and pushes inside my mouth with an urgency I have never felt before. My husband and I rarely enjoy open-mouth kisses. I grow wet below exploring.